Through the work of the others, Jonathan makes slow headway back up through the crowd of terrors. While Reira is distracted with assisting Iriceli- a rather minimal contribution when the two are compared to the other, but it doesn't change that she's throwing as much amped up sprite power to their aid as possible- the bat is left to seek what paltry shelter he can as provided by the other's strikes, holding his steady pattern of breathing all the while.

And then the blasted thing starts to spin.

This isn't good, he starts to think, even while he holds his pattern. If he doesn't hit the right spot, he's mush- he'll be crushed, swatted, blown aside-

But something occurs to him as he's steadily pulled into the missing spaces between the air currents, taking his breaths as he can from what's around.

It's still a current. It's still a current of air, of something, not merely the shadows and darkness created by the Suneater.

His breathing continues to hold steady- Jonathan holds his wings aloft, tilting them only occasionally as he aims his face forward. Very well then-

He'll ride that tornado like a silver-gold bullet, until the Suneater is forced to take the blow of pure radiance once again.